Yet again.. Another year in review!

This is the one post that I have been consistent in writing, since the inception of this blog. I remember completing my review of 2009 in a sort of last minute haste. This year I have the luxury of a copious amount of time in hand to collect my thoughts and put them across :) 

Ah 2010.. "Eventful" would be too inadequate to describe this year! A vast gamut of personal experiences- pleasant and otherwise, combined with a world waking up to a whole lot of important issues (none of which this indolent girl has posted about :-/ ) have made this year more important than a mere conclusion to the first decade of a new millenium. 

On the Personal Front...

I have definitely grown up substantially! And No, GlaxoSmithKline shall not take credit for this. The growing up process that they claim their drink enhances, has not occurred! Relationships- their making and breaking- have helped me realize myself. Realization of what core values I respect and expect in people I mingle with, has made me take pride in the ethics I have imbibed implicitly. The second half of this year saw me learning a lot more than CAT basics and 7th semester ECE stuff. 

Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, 

departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.

I have been inspired by a few such great people, who have already achieved some success in their struggle for the well-being of deserving and talented students! Juxtaposed against certain societal equals whose driving force in taking up one of the most noble professions is nothing beyond the monthly cheque, these people's lives and their actions are a lesson in the true meaning and spirit of communism, unblemished by the Ayn Rand-style-hypocrisy! For the Rand follower in me, this has been a good experience at viewing the other side of the coin. 

On the other hand, I have also had trysts with the true-Rand-style pseudo communists who do stuff that are supposedly "good for all", giving "opportunities" to all. Ha! Comrades, Communism is not about sacrificing Talent at the altar of Incompetence!

I had two major losses in the family this year. A friend who came home for the first time early this year asked with awe "Are all your grandparents alive?". I replied with extreme happiness "Yes!!". There couldn't have been a moment I have damned more during this year than that. I have no one who now responds to my calls of "Manni.." or "Paati..". 

I gave the much-anticipated Common Admission Test and followed it up with three other entrance exams. I have displayed extreme competence in one of the three mentioned in the latter part, displaying my acute inability to distinguish between printed words- "saturday" and "sunday". The result of the possession of such skills has been the absence of a certain "Shilpa Suresh" in a certain PDF called the IIFT GDPI shortlist. The CAT is very much on the wall! In fact, CAT 2010 brought out the Humane Nature of the IIMs! To err is Human, isn't it? ;-D

Now for The Bigger Picture..

Let me now tear my eyes away from the mirror and look at the world around me! There has never been a shortage of movies in Indian cinema depicting Corruption! Guess it's now time for the Real-Life-anti heroes to have their heyday in the media. King Cong has  given the sack to Suresh Kalmadi (the genius who welcomed Princess Diana with Charles during the CWG Inauguration :-D ) and Ashok Chavan, on grounds of revising "Charity begins at Home" to "Everything Monetary reaches the society after serving home and family". The currently-hot 2G scam involving Namma ooru Raja is nothing short of the Biggest Ever Act of Corruption in the history of, well, everything. Even Vijayakant has not reeled off such a huge number in any of his statistics-revealing punches! The harmful side-effects of Radiation are very much in focus!

Obama came visiting and took the easily-impassioned compatriots off their feet with impressive prepared speeches and a few diplomatic replies. Say the things the Indians like to hear and they'll love you! Mr.BHO stuck to this wise one-liner and had a successful stint here, hinting at the goodness of India being a permanent Security Council member while his Secretary of State had been more veracious in opining on the issue, as revealed by Wikileaks. 
Ah Wikileaks! The Sensation of 2010. The Talk of the World! I love it for the one purpose it served- Showing a spade as a spade and a club as a club! No diplomatic sweet-talk or nonsense involved. Just plain true facts! For a person like me who has experienced the frustration of trying to get one just need satisfied (and failing eventually) by traversing the layers of bureaucracy and coming across hypocrites and sycophants, there can be nothing more refreshing than the Simple Straight Truth! Don't we, the people, deserve it?

There does exist, one class of people whom I do loathe more than the hypocrites and sycophants.  In fact, this lot's right to exist is seriously in doubt. The child-abusers. How on earth can they even dream of inflicting pain and horror on the blooming buds of the garden of the Earth? I was satisfied to note that one such non-human who had murdered a couple of kids from my town was shot down by the cops.

Alright, now that's enough cribbing for one post, I guess. Let's face the facts. The World around us is Ugly. Unfair. We can't realistically hope for a radical change in a mere three hundred and sixty five days. But we can definitely hope for a marginal improvement in the right direction. The issues in the spotlight now should help raise the public awareness and create a better place for us to live in. Let organizations like "Fifth Pillar" which promote anti-corruption flourish! Let more people get back their lost cellphones like my mom did :)  and fewer if not none, lose them in the first place! Hoping to crib about fewer things in the next year's post :)

Joblessness- Or is it?

The romance with this began two years ago..

As we tried (in vain) to fool the rickety kits in the Communication Engineering Lab into functioning agreeably, I used to throw jealous glances at those super-seniors seated in the Impact Lab, with not a single care in the world- yes, no observations/records,no classes, no assignments and absolutely no written tests! "Wow!! What won't I give to be in their shoes now.." used to play at the back of my mind every now and then.

Come sixth semester, and there was a fresh batch of insouciant seniors out there in the Impact lab! By then, I had made up my mind- No Internship! This kind of joblessness needs to be experienced before I plunge deep into the corporate world, not to resurface for a good forty years or so. 

And Now.... I sit in the same Impact Lab, not knowing what to do, chit-chatting, shuttling between TestFunda and PagalGuy, checking mails every fifteen minutes and of course discussing means to bypass the attendance system. Work on the Project shall resume in due course of time, but as of now, it's just time to chill out and actually sort out those things I've always wanted to do, but never did, citing a lame lack-of-time as reason. These six months, I hope, shall see me learning a few life-lessons (for instance, a life-sustaining skill such as cooking!) and working towards the realization of some long-cherished dreams..        

Hi there!

So, I am finally back after a "break" that broke out of control and extended too long. No reason is reasonable enough to justify my not pursuing this enjoyable hobby. I'd rather start posting straight away.. 

So Long!

Consistency.. Competition.. Confusion.. Apprehension.. Accuracy.. Inspiration.. Disappointment.. Surprise..

Well I am in my own muddled world... Shall be off this space for sometime while I hope to......

Coping Without..

I've contemplated,
Many a time;
Those brief instants-
Of madness- I'd call them.

On the way home
In the school-bus,
During Thunderstorms and
Those nondescript moments
Whose roots are known to none.

Imagination is Bad-
I'd declare to myself.
A shake of the head,
And then back to
The bliss called normalcy.

But now I'd say,
Imagination was Better-
Much Better than This.
The Pain. The Void.
Reality makes them Worse.

Those warm trails
Burn my cheeks in solitude.
To dam is more agonizing.
Bonds hurt when broken, with
One end on the earth and the other beyond.

Would it hurt less,
Had the bond been weaker?
I ask myself.
A pang clears my head.

Each smile, Each story,
Each dish you made for this brat,
Each non-pampering reprimand,
Each pet-name,
Is worth an ocean!

That tingling laughter,
That voice,
Those phone-greetings,
That last kiss and the last hugged-sleep-
Remain evergreen. Be it two months or two centuries.

In Muse Mode...

As I read Jan's text on friendship day, realization suddenly dawned on me. This is the last chance for most of us to celebrate the first Sunday of August, as students!
I take a trip down the memory lane, though the heavy Forouzan textbook on my lap suggests a different form of activity for now.

I do not remember when exactly we started celebrating Friendship Day. I never knew its purpose and did not care enough to find out. It just meant fun, pure and absolute, in our good old school days. Running around on the First Monday of August, a scissor in one hand and a roll of "Friendship Band" in another hand, we used to tie the cut out pieces of the band around the hand of anyone we even remotely knew. There was a lot of competition on who got the maximum number of bands on her hand. Some even had bands extending upto their elbows on both hands! Cycling back from school, I remember trying to show off my hand and seeing how many people noticed the "Status Symbol" of any middle/high school kid.
Those days of innocence were gone soon enough and there occured two phenomena in my life- College and Cell Phone. Text messages on the value of friendship became substitutes for the affectionate and eager fingers that tied the colourful bands around my hands. Tying bands in college was "childish" and never practised. We had once contemplated tying Rakhis to all guys in the class ;) but Friendship bands were obsolete!
I feel sad as I respond in the negative to the messages from my school friends asking if I'd attend the Alumni meet scheduled for tomorrow. Though I had been looking forward to this meet for months, it must be postponed now. Whether or not I shall succeed in the endeavour I plan to pursue instead of attending the meet, No One Knows! Hoping for the Best!
Shall update this space on my Cisco-adventure, even if it becomes a misadventure, resulting in my having lunch at home on Monday with alternate plans buzzing around my head...

An Incredible thought that worked!

Placement Special Classes- The words that were anathema to me two months back. I would happily spend any number of hours at KT, racking my brains with Quants while I'd simply loathe spending half an hour doing C Snippets. I was just that way, and no amount of requests or even orders delivered with hard-concocted glares from my PR Yasoda (who, by the way, is otherwise an Epitome of Patience) could change me. "Give me an apti paper; I'll solve and return it in ten minutes. Give me a C paper; Forget it."- was my attitude. Placements were something I had failed to visualize in the near future.
Suddenly the P-fever caught up in our college last week with the much-hyped D.E.Shaw(10.5-12 Lakhs per annum) coming in first and rejecting all B.E. candidates. Along the trail came ThoughtWorks on Friday. I attended the Pre-Placement Talk and decided that I wouldn't go beyond the first couple of rounds at the maximum. (J2EE is considered most basic there and I knew nothing other than a little of C/C++).
After breezing through the Logical written round, I faced an interesting coding problem, upon solving which, I was shortlisted for the Technical Interview the next day. This was where the jitters began! My software knowledge was almost next to nothing and I had to attend an interview along with CSE and IT students who were skilled in languages I hadn't even heard of!!
The interview brought me a flood of relief as the panel member wanted to check my understanding of previously learnt concepts and analytical skills rather than question me on things I wasn't familiar with. Still, unsatisfied with my performance, I went home. After lunch, came a call from my PR- "You are selected for the next round. Come as soon as possible". Absolutely befuddled, I rushed to college, to find Yasoda grinning happily and handing me a "Complete Reference to C++" text, saying "Ithu varaikum epdiyo vanthutta. Take an effort and prepare for this round. Get placed, Shilpa. Do your Best!"
Moved by her concern, I did make an effort to read that gargantuan book. For ten minutes. Then followed a sheepish grin at her. She couldn't help smiling. We put the book away and started chatting! My only preparation for the second interview was asking the questions posed to the people who finished before me in that five-hour gap. It was then that my respect for Yasoda grew rapidly. A girl who has opted out of placement, having no business other than giving me company in the serious Waiting hall, sat there more patiently than me, encouraging and helping me keep my calm. For a question on an electrical circuits (posed to a friend) she even called her father (a TNEB employee) to get the doubt clarified!
Astonished, Awed and thoroughly Happy to have such a selfless girl for my PR, I went and attended the second round confidently. Towards the end of it, I put forth my wish to be a Business Analyst, which, I think, made all the difference. After a comfortable chat (HR interview) and a short written test, the boy PR congratulated us! Two ECE students were part of the Four who finally got placed!!!
Yasoda's smiley-filled message reached every inbox even before the offer letter was lodged between my fingers! She was absolutely thrilled. Untiringly, she had bought something for us to eat, at 11 p.m. when I was inside the cell!!
We exited the Placement Cell, 30 minutes short of midnight, ecstasy writ all over our faces. Explanation to watchmen, drive on a rain-wet road, walk to the hostel, friends receiving us and Food! at midnight :) :)
A wonderful day (and night)- through and through!!

WCTC!

"Organize the World Classical Tamil Conference"- the judge of an event in my college sprung a surprise on the finalists, sometime last September. With no clue whatsoever regarding the magnitude of the event, we started planning, discussing, drawing up lists and charts. It was fun!
But now as I see the city all decked up for the five-day fest, with people actually organizing it and working round the clock, I sense an overwhelming amount of skepticism all over. This is no fun event and those who execute the organizational plans are all but happy. The newspapers carry ads wishing the conference success and show pictures with smiling faces all over. Are the smiles genuine? Happiness is worthless if it is shown just because it is required of us. Look at the face of any of the several Policemen standing on duty in the scorching sun throughout the day, and you will know how much they enjoy working for and being a vital part of the conference.
Avinashi Road looks good (despite the long-forgotten and messed-up six-lane system). The traffic signals and streetlights are good; let's hope they last for quite a few years. The VOC Ground is as unrecognizably cool as obviously artificial and temporary. I haven't seen Codissia complex in person; its glittering photo in 'The Hindu' is attractive, but why does it remind me of the several hours of power cut (occasionally even 5 hours a day)we had to endure over these past few months??
While we were drawing up the list of dignitaries to be invited in that mock WCTC, Dr. Abdul Kalam was somewhere at the top. Whereas the actual organizers (who apparently know better than us) have rather invited The current President of India, whose knowledge of Tamil, I am ignorant of. Well, there do seem to be some heartening things like the arrival of several International Tamil scholars which shows how popular this language of ours is (atleast outside Tamilnadu).
The one most significant advantage of this WCTC is the employment (and hopefully a considerable remuneration) provided to hundreds of skilled and unskilled laborers, occupied with painting of walls, laying of roads, pavements, etc.
The Tamil anthem, though famous now due to its frequent playing almost everywhere, has failed to become an ear-worm for many.
Well, let us see. Skepticism, Fake enjoyment and mounting tension (on the organizers) apart, let us just hope that this event ends peacefully (successfully would be a hollow term, coming from me!) without any form of harm to any human life.
P.S: I am Absolutely happy with the conference for the sole reason of the miraculous nine-day break in the semester :)

Tribute to the Bravest and Most Lovable Woman in my life

Manni.

That is how a baby born in 1990 was taught (by her naughty little cousins) to call her maternal Grandmother. The baby has now grown up and she still can't think of calling Her Paati or anything else. She is just that. My Manni. A very special Person in my life.
It was a poem that I wanted to write on Her. But I am not good enough to write a poem on a Poem.
Born in an orthodox Brahmin family, She was steeped in tradition; She followed every custom and performed every ritual religiously. She lost her father when She was five. Yet, She managed to finish Primary schooling even in those days. Married to my Thatha who was then in the Air Force, She multi-tasked easily, keeping every one of her brothers and sisters-in-law happy and rearing five children with the meager salary from thatha who would be posted in some far away regiment. She was possibly unaware of the word 'finance' but she managed the finances of the family very well. All her kids were well-fed and very well-educated. I remember Her telling me, a week ago, that She used to feel proud when she saw Her five children study harmoniously under a single light bulb.
She was the Best Wife. The Best Mother. The Best Mother-in-law. The Most Best Grandmother. Always ready with a welcoming smile, She was the embodiment of Hospitality and Goodwill.
"Nee aathukulla vandhaley galagalappa irukum. Enaku athu romba pidikum."- Her evergreen words to me. She loved my constant chatter and I always sat beside Her, listening and nodding, for her stories were always amusing. We did have our differences. I never believed in rituals, constantly questioned their relevance and showed reluctance in obeying them. She used to dislike my wearing pants and shirts, for She was taught to believe that those were inappropriate for girls. But, over the time, She got used to them and She herself bought jeans for me once. A Navarathri gift. That was a festival She always celebrated with passion. And I, without knowing much of the reasons behind the fest, just followed everything to please Her. Our Love and Bond matters more to me than the reasons behind rituals do.
Her Cooking- The Best on Earth. My mom's great culinary skills are just a reflection of the original Genius in Manni.
The past two weeks have been a gift to me. An opportunity to serve Manni. I shouldn't probably ask for more. But, all I need is just one minute- in the morning of last Saturday. One minute where I could have spoken to her; told her where I am leaving for and heard those wonderful words I always craved- "Maharaajiya Poittu Va"
P.S.- I am no longer an Agnostic. I am no longer confused about the existence of God. For I now know my God's identity. I have seen God-with all the virtues required of a God. I have grown in Her hands. I have slept in Her lap. I feel Her Heavenly Love. Here and Wherever I go.

Did You Know that...

1. There are 10 sequential steps to be followed in overtaking a vehicle on the road?
2. There are 3 types of Parking?
3. You must check 6 parts within the bonnet of the car before driving away in it each morning?
4. The minimum distance between your vehicle and the one in front must differ with the speed as follows:

one car's length at 15 kmph
two cars' length at 30 kmph
three cars' length at 45 kmph
..........and so on?????

Well there are more such rules. But in a country like ours, these are useless, at least until a mammoth revolution takes place, changing the way we think, act and yes, DRIVE. Till then, these rules (especially the last one which is the most unfeasible, IMO ;) ) shall find their uses only in putting pitiable 20 yr-olds to sleep, when they take the effort of waking early during a vacation and in consuming a few minutes of your precious time spent in reading this post ;)

Absolute Nonsense

"Kit நல்லா work ஆனா , நாலு wire என்ன , நாப்பது wire கூட connect பண்ணலாம்!"
-Nive (frustrated with our attempts (in vain) at getting the output overcoming some loose connection problems) :)
I promised this post to her :)

It's fun :)

Thanks to John who re-introduced me to this world of indomitable Gauls. Reading their adventures, untiringly even at this hour, brings a smile to my lips and a freshness to my mind which has nothing to look forward to but the bleak prospect of having to start the "come to college at 9.30 sharp. Hall will be informed later" regimen again.

Life is So!

Faster than the Fastest,
The Winged Being-
So very existent,
Yet so intangible-
Flying by, brings
a rush-
Leading to Melancholy.

Why so fast?
Why so late?
Seemingly contradictory-
Yet so meaningful.
A part of life-
Painful, yet inevitable.

The Third Entity!

The most unique person I have met so far in life:

• The one who works hard to ensure good jobs for his juniors ( well, the reciprocal sincerity of the juniors in that aspect cannot be discussed by me of all people!).
• The one who can brave a bruise on one arm and a painful swelling in another, yet sleep for just about half an hour in a whole night to set tech questions which he rates "sub-standard" (and which the juniors are to be found gaping and gawking at, the following evening).
  
• An extremely sensitive person who takes care to see to that no one gets hurt, even in the remotest sense.
• The one who is Shy^(infinity).
• The one who is deeply religious.
• The Genius beyond excellence in OS, who actually achieved the near-impossible feat of knocking some OS concepts into a mind that is as dumb and closed towards that subject as mine.
• The Master of languages- French, German, English, Tamil, Malayalam and many more to come...
• The one who has not, in his almost 4 years of college life, eaten anywhere outside the hostel mess! Yes you read that right and it's not the other way (the pretty common one) around.
• The sincerest guy who calls himself Lazy and hence undeserving of lavish food! (well would you call a Puff/Roll in R.V. or N.M.B. or even a ten-percent-cooked chapathi in the college canteen lavish??)
• The one who doesn't eat chocolates because the cocoa mostly comes from slave-employing plantations. (well the reason is pretty good and humanitarian, but not many 20-year olds think of anything other than the wonderful taste when the choc is inside the mouth!)

Well, despite the fact that the similarities between me and the above described person are akin to those found between a gorilla and a polar bear, we have gelled well and I am extremely happy to introduce my Dearest Brother through this post!
99 percent of the readers of my bore of a blog know whom I have been talking about.

Truer words couldn't have been spoken by his tutor: "There are three entities in ECE- G1, G2 and Amalan!"

Grumbling, Complaining, Cursing...call it whatever!

Load Shedding duration increased to 3 hours per day! Insufficient funds to obtain the required amount of electric power!
Why can't they cut down on the extravaganza allowances while some high profile politician visits the city? Is it needed to put up tens of thousands' worth of hoardings calling out- "Thalapathiye" "Idhaya Dheivamey" "thunai MUDHALVAREY" etc. each time the person described visits (the frequency of which has now become nearly once in 15 days due to the Tamil Conference) ?? And why on earth should the city resemble a brightly-lit and ostentatiously decorated Christmas Tree when the Chief Minister visits, while the poor tax-payers there swelter in the summer day's heat without electricity for fans and earnest students preparing for exams are deprived of lights during the night?
Oh the Weird Ways of the Wicked World!!

Inching towards the end of the Golden Period...

It was during a recent EVS class that this thought first hit me hard. The class was having fun, as usual, with Mr. SRK having given us the free rein he usually gives. "All this won't last long", told something within me. A few days later, someone casually said, "I'm scared to think of the future". Scared- an adjective I never use for myself - (well unless a lizard in considerable proximity glares at me menacingly) - seemed like it would describe my situation then too.
Inadvertently, the thoughts of "Where would I really be in another year?" started to gain a deeper perspective in my idling mind, to the extent that I had some kind of a gloomy dream even as I slept in a crowded bus on the way home one day and woke up feeling unnecessarily miserable.
Job or MBA- either way, will add a definite fullstop to the childish days and child-like ways. I will be expected to be a professional. My jumpy walk has to sober. My loud laughter has to tone down. No more pranks like tying up the duppattas of two girls sitting in front of you. Oh my!! And no freedom to doze off as per will like in class :-/
Why am I writing this now? Isn't it premature by a year?? Still, the serious placement preparations (by people around me of course) and the get-serious-about-CAT pep-talks I listen to, appear to have taken that element of carefree attitude away from me.
School was Heaven. Bliss. Then came college. It doesn't qualify as being even 10 percent as much great but I did enjoy a few precious moments in these three years. To think that the future will be even less entertaining is inexplicably sad.
Childhood- Adoloscence- the times of fun and frolic are slipping through my fingers and a future full of responsibilty (and unfinished Quant Books :-P) is beckoning...

P.S: Though I may think like a philosopher during post-lunch EVS classes and pre-lunch OS classes to fill up the blog-spaces like above, I am not yet ready to give up my childhood! A full year remains :)
Make Hay while the Sun Shines (or in my friend's words- "We have just reached the intermission. Sit back and enjoy the rest of the movie to the max!") :)

33 percent Reservation...Giant Leap for womankind??

Not really.
The women in power may well be the sari/salwar-clad mouthpieces of the actually powerful (read rich/influential) ones in the field of politics. There may actually be deserving men in a constituency reserved for women. Generalizations always fail with certainty when it comes to characterizing men or women as belonging to the gender that has better administrative skills. There are extremes (morons/mighty managers) as well as moderate ones in both genders and the intelligence or ability is purely a subjective matter.
People all aound are harping about the so-called upliftment of women, just because a bill allowing one-third of the seats in the Parliament to be occupied by women was successfully tabled in the Rajya Sabha. How on earth does this uplift "women" as a whole?? Well, other than Sushma Swaraj and Brinda Karat hugging each other, I do not see any great positive development that this bill might spawn.
Does this thing about upliftment mean that only women MPs will work for the betterment of women in the country?
Or maybe, the very presence of some women in the Parliament is considered to be some kind of a success. I remember reading an article about the Attendance of MPs in the Rajya Sabha prior to the Elections in May'09. The women (mostly from the cine field, who happen to get in easily) had extremely poor attendance and a very poor questioning record.
As an Indian Citizen, I would demand that the human being representing me in the Houses of the Parliament or the Legislative Assembly is efficient and takes proper measures to see to that the represented area progresses in all fields and copes up with dynamically arising problems. I don't give a damn about my representative being a man or a woman, as long as the person is capable.
"BJP-CPI supporting Cong in this Bill" might well be an act of garnering popularity (or better still, avoiding ill-reputation by opposing it). For, after all, we are supposedly a nation that "respects" women (against whom, incidentally, most crimes in the country are committed) and speaking well of the Bill (that "uplifts" the noble gender) in public will add to the respectability of the Party.

The People I Loathe on the Road

This is a post that has been in my mind for quite a long time. I was reminded of it just as I was driving this evening.

1. The first kind poses a potential risk to every two-wheeler rider (more importantly to one sans a helmet) who has to stop at traffic signals next to buses. The poor rider can anytime become the target of an inadvertent game of Hit-the-Spitoon by the passengers in the six-wheeler.
   
2. This is a more dangerous lot. The Murderers, I would call them. "If you want to kill yourself filling your lungs with nicotine, then go do it alone. Why try to kill us too?" is what I feel like shouting at them, especially in public places like Bus Stops. There have been many instances when I've woken up bright and left for college with a fresh mind, to only end up holding my breath or taking in the foul smell in the Bus stop early in the morning. Implementation of the 'Ban on Smoking in Public Places'? My foot.
   
3. This lot, resembles the previous one in its proposed threats. But the people here mostly do not harm themselves more than the riders behind them. Yes, these are the people who don't bother with the emission control norms for two-wheelers. I wouldn't have mentioned them had I not been afflicted with cough for over a month after an instance of having to wait at a signal just behind a dragon in a motorbike's form for about 100 seconds. The most irritating part came when the guy driving the contraption turned and gave a meek grin at all of us, the sufferers behind. Since then, I have conscientiously started checking my own scooter's emission (though Appa leaves no room for doubt there, normally).
   

So there we go! If I find more kind of people to hate, I shall update this list.

CONFUSED!

Seriousness flew out of my life exactly three years back. After I wrote the last digit on the Math Paper in the XII board, life has been a joy-ride for me. Going uphill, having fun, most of the time. Small valleys during semesters (that don't require any fervent preparation) and during internals (that always have the lovely best two out of three policy).
But the dreaded hour has arrived now. Fear and apprehension are undergoing an inflationary phase, fuelled by the release of CAT'09 results. Freshers are allegedly not many in number in the selected list. The tests were not fair (too many reasons which are already quite well-known. Will blog on them if I find time). And now the selection criteria have come under criticism. Today I heard a shattering news that a 99.6 percentiler (a fresher) has not got any call so far!
Where will everything lead to??!! What is going to be my position in a year's time??

Philosophy

Thank the jobless troublemakers. They are giving you a sample experience of how tough a woman's life as a leader would be.

B'day Fun in I Block..